Page 38 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

“Fuck you, you’re the one big enough to fuck a bear. I’ll take the cougars.” They both laughed as they passed my hiding spot. I touched the slightly ajar door, and it opened without a sound.

Grabbing Fat Ricky by the hair, I yanked back hard. “Ah,” he yelled. Kicking out his legs forced him to drop to his knees with his body bent at an odd angle.

“I wouldn’t fucking try it,” I growled at the random guy as I pressed the gun to the side of Ricky’s head. Tightening my hold on him, I forced his head back so he had to look me in the eyes. “I’m only going to ask you this once, and I don’t care if you go home in a box.” He swallowed hard. “Why the fuck are you following me around? But more to the point, why the fuck are the two of you in my family’s territory without notifying us?”

“We were ordered to come and see if you had anything to do with what happened at Ellipsis, and Nikolai,” he said, and I jerked Ricky’s head harder as the unknown guy moved his arm. I knew he was thinking of going for his gun. “Marco, don’t,” Ricky said.

“Yes, I’d listen to your friend before his brains end up being the new décor for the renovation of this room.” I nodded to the chair. “Sit down.”

Marco backed away and slowly sat, keeping his hands where I could see them like a good boy.

“Why the fuck would we have anything to do with Nikolai, and why would we attack your club? We have an alliance, or I thought we did. Maybe I should call my father and let him know that Ceaser wants to go to war.”

“No, no, please. I should’ve messaged for a meeting, but I….”

“You wanted to see if any of my family met up with that piece of shit, Nikolai. So, you were spying?”

He swallowed again, his eyes wide. He was a massive man, a mountain, but anyone with a gun pressed to their head could be reduced to a sniveling mess. I was happy to see he wasn’t begging for his life. That would’ve been pathetic.

“Yes,” he said.

“Take out your gun and lay it on the floor,” I ordered. “Very fucking slowly.”

He did as I asked, and Marco took his out and slid it to me as well. I kicked the guns closer to the door and then released Ricky but kept my gun trained on him as he pushed himself to his feet.

It was rare for me to be shorter than those I was dealing with, but Ricky had four inches on me. I motioned for him to sit with his buddy. As soon as his ass was on the couch, I lowered my weapon.

“We hate Nikolai. He is a slimy piece of shit, and I know that Ceaser doesn’t trust us, but when it comes to Nikolai, we will never work together.” I pretended to spit on the floor in disgust.

Ricky nodded. “Do you have any proof that you didn’t help?”

“Do you have any proof that we did aside from the fact we are both Russian?”

“Isn’t that enough?”

I barked out a laugh. “Just like how the Miceli family is Italian, so you must do business with them?” I knew that the Mancinis and the Micelis hated one another and wouldn’t be caught dead working together.

“Good point.”

“So, this is what is going to happen. You’re going to go back to Ceaser and tell him to stop looking for reasons to start a war. We didn’t attack Ellipsis. We didn’t kill his wife, and we have no interest in a war unless he pushes us into it. Mark my words, if he does…we will finish it,” I growled.

The two men looked at one another but didn’t say anything, which was the smartest thing they’d done all night.

“You are welcome to stay and wait out the storm, but then I want you out of my resort and out of my territory. I’ll be taking your guns, and you can collect them when you check out.” I took a step, making sure not to turn my back on them. “Oh, and you two may want to work on your surveillance techniques.”

Grabbing the guns off the floor, I walked out of the room and decided to take the stairs up so they wouldn’t know what floor I was on if they came out to check. They’d assume I was on the top floor, but it was always better to make people second guess.

As soon as I was sure I wasn’t followed, I pulled out my phone and hit Ronan’s number.

“How was the game?”

“Like you care,” I said.

“You’re right, I don’t. What do you want other than to cause me more fucking drama with Father? He is still going on about how you pulled a gun on him in public.”

“Technically, I never pointed it at him and he should’ve thought of that before he brought his bitch into my club,” I said and then forced the simmering anger down. It would be way too easy to get riled up all over again, and I didn’t want to bring that around Savannah. She had enough to deal with tonight.

“He’s going to do whatever the fuck he wants, you know that,” Ronan said, and he was right, but it didn’t mean that I had to accept it. Not anymore. The man lost my respect years ago.